The Annals of Altruism: Lost in Lenap Game Thread (Good)

[color=blue]I have the strangest feeling that, for some reason, swords have become my best friends. For the life of me, I don't understand that. And why is everyone looking at me like that and giggling? Ack! My boots are unlaced. I'll just bend over provacatively and fix that right now.[/color] As she bends from the waist to adjust her footwear, the lightning arcs out from the chest by the window...

[color=gray]...I'll wait to see if she saved before finishing here...[/color]

The bolt of lightning crackles forth from the chest. Michiko ducks and rolls, avoiding the deadly electricity completely. Tori decides to tie her boot just before the bolt strikes her, and as a result it merely burns off a good amount of her hair. (Tori takes 9 electrical damage) Boeriks, curious about the sudden smell of ozone, turns toward the bolt of lightning, and is struck clear in the face. (Boeriks takes 18 electrical damage) By the time the bolt disappears, he stands charred soot-black, his wide eyes blinking, like Marvin Martian when Bugs Bunny is through with him.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry. i didn't see the trap. and the sparks got him. tori, please. And the spells are so hard to see. I didn't expect it, i thought it would just be a poison needle trap, and there wasn't one. Tori, I'm sorry. Can you help him?"

Michiko rambles on in the ozone filled room. She runs over to the barbarian, knells beside him, and looks up in desperation at Tori.

Um. I was running the big B at the end of the day, but I don't have the scrap paper I was using for notes. {the wife cleaned up since then } I know Boeriks took some damage, but I remember the main problem was that we had to chase the trog aroung 'cause she had a mighty high AC. We didn't take damage during the chase, but I have forgotten what he was down to from the main battle.

Okay, well it looks like no one else bothered to archive the chat log, not that anyone should have. I will try and figure that out and get it sorted next session so that we don't have this problem again. In the meantime, Boeriks profits from my mistake, and is only dropped to -5.

As Boeriks sleeps the dreamless sleep a tunnel starts to open in the blackness of the void. He hears a great battle, and feels a heavy rain falling on his brow...and the thunder! Amid the blood and chaos he hears singing. But it is not a sad song. It is a song of welcoming and victory. In the distance of Boeriks mind he sees a tremendous mountaintop. And a familiar figure standing atop it, not quite discernible. Of a sudden, he begins rushing toward the mountain...or is it the mountain to him!But before the figure is known to him the blackness rolls in again and he is alone and powerless once more.

Michiko kneels next to the still sparking body of Boeriks. She pats at a few embers, putting them out. She keeps repeating "Sorry, sorry, Sorry, so sorry." Then she looks up to Tori. "Can you help him?"

How come I gotta fix everyone up after your mistake?!? pouts Tori as she whips out her wand and places the tip in Boeriks right nostril before triggering it twice. Any one else need some love before I put this away?

"Odin's teeth!" Boeriks yells as he is pulled back into the world of the living. "It seems I woke you from your dream of swords only to have you wake me from my dream of Valhalla. Thank you m'lady, and your deity. Is everyone else alright? And what was that foul magic that nearly sent me on the long journey?"

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Michiko finally snaps out of her endless cycle of "sorry," and tells Boeriks about the trap.

"I checked it for traps, and since I didn't find anything, I went ahead with the lock. Then - shazam - this electric spark flies out and zaps you. And I still can't get the thing open. I wish I had some better tools, then maybe I could do it.

I was going to ask you to bash it open, but that may not be a good idea. This magic-goblin-girl may have potions or delicate supplies inside. It will do us no good to smash it open and find only broken glass inside."

Never 'ye mind the trap. Per'aps 'twas a warning from Thor! Maybe a stout iron bar would do the trick on yer box? With that thought he starts rummaging through his backpack and then begins to look perplexed. What did I do with that pry bar...I'd swear I put it in my pack. Maybe we could pop it with a spike and a swift blow?

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"Did you just list a mapcase in that inventory, Mi? Is there anything in it? Like a map?" inquires Tori from her (non-wet) spot on the bed where she has decided to take it easy for a few minutes. Whew, being predictably good sure is tiring!